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Drinking alone. Isn't that the first step on the short road to alcoholism?
I've always been slightly concerned because I carry the gene. I also tend to drink an alcoholic beverage like it's a serious mission that needs to be completed with much haste and immediately replaced when gone. It's like I feel the sickness hovering below the surface of my conciousness.
I have an addictive personality. I was addicted to cigarettes the very second I lit one. I always refused to do crack or cocaine or any other serious drug because I knew that if I liked it, I wouldn't stop.
I become addicted to ppl...places...objects...
Maybe it's the needy part of my personality that I can see. I latch onto something and I refuse to let go. What the fuck causes that shit?
I need attention. I crave it. I live off of it. I'm not the drama queen, though.
How could I let some fuckhead drive me to this?
The best thing I could have done from the beginning was tell him to fuck off. But I liked the attention.
Here's what I want to say:
I'm done with you. Keep my shit or burn it. I don't care. You are inconsiderate, undependable, and completely insane. I faked those last two orgasms. I hope you die a slow and painful death. I'm not too goth for you, I'm too good for you. I was right from the very beginning....UNWORTHY.
Here's what I really say:
I care about you. I need to see you. I'm sorry, but you turn me on. Please fuck me one more time (ok...I haven't said that yet, but I think it's coming).
I'm just the married bitch conquest. He's bored with me or he's fucking someone else and he wants to ditch me, but he can't bring himself to do it. He wants it to be my choice, my fault. He wants to be able to whine about how awfully I treated him...BULLSHIT
Wow....did I smoke that whole cigarette already?
It was fun at first. The emotional rollercoaster...the bickering...the insanity. Now it's not even worth it anymore. If he gave it up more than once a week, I could justify using him as a sex toy, but no...
I could have any number of other guys, but I'm stuck on this one...WHY????
I'm even having nightmares about him.
Wow...did I drink that entire woodchuck cider already?
I've always been slightly concerned because I carry the gene. I also tend to drink an alcoholic beverage like it's a serious mission that needs to be completed with much haste and immediately replaced when gone. It's like I feel the sickness hovering below the surface of my conciousness.
I have an addictive personality. I was addicted to cigarettes the very second I lit one. I always refused to do crack or cocaine or any other serious drug because I knew that if I liked it, I wouldn't stop.
I become addicted to ppl...places...objects...
Maybe it's the needy part of my personality that I can see. I latch onto something and I refuse to let go. What the fuck causes that shit?
I need attention. I crave it. I live off of it. I'm not the drama queen, though.
How could I let some fuckhead drive me to this?
The best thing I could have done from the beginning was tell him to fuck off. But I liked the attention.
Here's what I want to say:
I'm done with you. Keep my shit or burn it. I don't care. You are inconsiderate, undependable, and completely insane. I faked those last two orgasms. I hope you die a slow and painful death. I'm not too goth for you, I'm too good for you. I was right from the very beginning....UNWORTHY.
Here's what I really say:
I care about you. I need to see you. I'm sorry, but you turn me on. Please fuck me one more time (ok...I haven't said that yet, but I think it's coming).
I'm just the married bitch conquest. He's bored with me or he's fucking someone else and he wants to ditch me, but he can't bring himself to do it. He wants it to be my choice, my fault. He wants to be able to whine about how awfully I treated him...BULLSHIT
Wow....did I smoke that whole cigarette already?
It was fun at first. The emotional rollercoaster...the bickering...the insanity. Now it's not even worth it anymore. If he gave it up more than once a week, I could justify using him as a sex toy, but no...
I could have any number of other guys, but I'm stuck on this one...WHY????
I'm even having nightmares about him.
Wow...did I drink that entire woodchuck cider already?